Rain of disease

There's something I need and it's all over my face

There's no pain, no hate, just a void

There's nothing that can fill this lack of compassion

There's nothing to erase the stains

There's no way to remove me from the darkness that prevails

Alone and fearless swimming in my own blood and tears

Drowned by the sorrow of these hell-like years

Replace my hands with razor blades and make me touch my eyes

Tear apart the body, to erase the soul from pain

And I could have anything, but it's a choice,

To end or to begin, to beg or to give in

Up and down the hill.